On Amick’s desk.
Anyway, that shit backfired because my power wanted nothing to do with me.
Literally, it wouldn’t even respond to me commanding the lights, although I felt it thrumming under my skin and this hasn’t been an issue until now.
According to Creed’s rude ass, it’s as stubborn as I am.
Kyzen tried to be supportive. Riven fucking giggled. Yemi observed.
The more I felt the tingling and nothing happened, the more annoyed I got.
Amick attempted to explain to me numerous times how to make the power spread everywhere through my body. He even made me hold one finger on my forehead and bend over and touch my toe with the other.
His reasoning for doing that was to give me spots to pinpoint, but it didn’t work.
It just made me look stupid as fuck.
We don’t know what kind of power I have or the abilities it’ll manifest, but regardless of that fact, there are things I should still be able to command it to do, and it listen.
Such as cut the damn lights on and off, rearrange our house, and starshoot. Hell, they even told me I’ll get to the point where I can starshoot anything that’s mine or has my essence embedded in it, to me.
Hence how Riven snapped his finger and a statue head fell into my food.
I did find that fascinating, and to my surprise, Yemi opened up and said that’s how she sends letters to her mom. In her mind, she pictures their kitchen table and starshoots the letter there for her mom to find.
That comment made me think back to what Havar said about us sending letters when he escorted me here on the Veiling Day. That’s how that’s possible. That’s also how everyone in Godsden communicates with each other so fast if they’re separated.
The only thing is, it’s one-way communication if it’s going out of Godsden.
The family or friends back home that these gods may want to write to have no way of getting a letter back to them.
My thoughts couldn’t help but drift to Laney.
A spark of motivation strummed through me. I grew determined to get my power to spread just so I could write her a letter and tell her we haven’t stopped thinking about her.
Once again, my power denied me that satisfaction and I called it a fucking day.
My fists clench around my comforter as annoyance burns through my body. I swing my legs over the side of my bed and head out my back door.
Fresh air, that’s what I need.
“Going for a run?”
“Shit,” I shriek as Yemi seemingly pops up out of nowhere. “You scared the life out of me. Where did you come from?”
She chuckles and nods toward her house. “I was coming to check on you. You were pretty irritated on the stomp home.”
“I didn’t stomp.”
Her brows scrunch together teasingly.
“Okay, maybe a little, but can you blame me? Why’s my power got to be so fickle? Why can’t anything be…easy?”
“I don’t have an answer for that, but I do understand. My powers settled quicker than yours did, but it took a really long time for my abilities to showthemselves. They would’ve been handy early on when I was getting my ass beat daily, but they waited until the worst of the bullying was over before appearing.”
I release my breath as my hands drop from my hips. My irritation with my power not cooperating dissipates and guilt that I’m whining over this shit when I could be completely alone like she was replaces it.
“I’m being a brat about this.”
